She ran across the grasslands, her feet carrying her across the land. The earth was just weakening, the sun slowly spreading its heat across the plain. The ground felt cold beneath her bare feet, her toes digging into the dirt to sprint her forward as she picked up speed. She sped up as if to outrace her own thoughts, leaving them and their burdens behind.
She ran like the wind, feeling her body cut through air, feeling it trail like chilled fingers across her skin. She pulled it into her lungs, using it to keep herself going, her chest rising and falling. She gave thanks to the spirits that what they gave helped her to be alive.
She ran, blood pumping, her heart thumping against her ribs, the heat rising in her body from her race across the grasslands. The sun continued its ascent, warming the land and bringing lives out of their slumber with its heat, it's distant fire. This was also a gift of the spirits, this fire of life and light. Her skin glistened with dampness, her own body heat rising steadily.
She ran to the edge of her world, until the earth gave way to the sea, and she ran into its welcoming arms before plunging head-on into its embrace, feeling the water surround her and steal her breath. She surfaced in an explosion of spray, whipping her head back to clear her hair from her face, crying out in exultation as her muscles tensed from the change in their surrounding.
Cleansed and refreshed, she swam back to shore, walking back to camp, letting the sun warm her body and dry the water off her skin.
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